no controlled response
part or whole nonchalance
body's toll at the whim of this ponce
maniacs a troll named Hans

need to wake from this dream,
still sleeping while the scream
ripped from my lips, a jet stream
of profane pain in the extreme

duck pond near by, fetid pool of duck **** floating
as eyes stare inches away, drool drips from Hans gloating
as I sit with legs wrapped around a pole, body weight totally
resting on one ankle hands behind my back, pain brutally

stay upright
fall back
the punishment will not be light

...oh yeah ...pain
my only friend
this is the end
give me a pen
I'll sign the ****
blank paper and
Hans will be sure to fill it in with anything he wants
he has a hankering for my soul...
he will start
with my heart
go for the nerves
take all my verve
get my mind
in a bind
then leave me
all alone............................................................­...... miles from here
who will then
teach me
to walk
on two feet
again.